I forgot my meds again, so balls are caving in There's needles in my skin, my impotence Spray but thin, my thoughts my only friend So leave me in my mind Once life gets pulled from under me I'll rest my brain from sundering Darling, you'll find your purpose in my pride Call me a Sick, sick I'm tired but I won't let go Sick for you Sick for me I'm tired but I won't let go Sick for you I'm an artist when it comes to self-sabotage Wear a twisted sense of humor like camouflage There's someone that could go up at the dark side of me Tells me that my demons are the shape of company Once life gets pulled from under me I'll rest my brain from sundering Darling, you'll find your purpose in my pride Sick for you I'm tired but I won't let go Sick for you Sick for me I'm tired but I won't let go Sick for you I collect their pity stares At least somebody cares Instead of being scared Call me a sicko, I got issues up in my head And all the mistakes I made tattooed inside all my dreams I am never true, and I feel Over my head with guilt Call me a Sick, sick Sick for you Sick for me I'm tired but I won't let go Sick for you Sick for me Sick for me I'm tired but I won't let go Sick for you